“Look at that hen party, she’s dressed as a bride”, I say as we sit outside the Regency Restaurant enjoying some sun and seafood.

A bride in full dress and her bridesmaids were walking over the road towards the sea. Being such a cosmopolitan place not many people took any notice and we settled back to an early lunch of fish and chips and Moules Mariniere and trying to stop the bill blowing away in the sea breeze.

Across the road and on the beach, behind the stalls selling tie and dye sundresses and bracelets made from old forks something attracted my eye where the old pier used to be. Sheltered by multi-coloured windbreaks, with children’s windmills and flowers stuck into the gravel the reason why she was dressed as a bride became clear. This was a beach wedding.

“Well, it is a trendy place”, K said as I tried to find a decent picture of it without intruding. It’s a problem with my style of photography. I should have more courage and get closer instead of fretting, miles away and worried that someone will object.

I’m not really sure of Brighton’s links to Cuba but today it was Cuba / Brighton festival. A small affair with a band taking ages to tune up and sound check, a few stalls and some very interesting dancing but it was the pier we were heading for. A traditional British seaside day with deckchairs and time to sit and watch the people.